Cemetery visit - In the name of Thiago - Day 3

It’s just after 6pm and I’m getting ready for my first ever session of yoga. I’ve taken my Mum’s advice not to eat before I go in case I let a few go during the session. Wise woman, my mum.

I went to Keele Cemetery this morning to see my little man. I’m a very emotional chap and so I shed a few more tears as we stood next to where he is buried. Just writing these words means the tears are coming back. I think I’m still very early on in this whole grieving process – the pain just feels so fresh and it keeps smashing me into tomorrow. Sometimes I just can’t see the light because the fucking pain is killing me.

But we carry on because we have to and because it’s what the big man ((Thiago was a little man and a big man to me in equal measure and I continue to interchange how I refer to him to suit the point I’m making – he was little in size but big in spirit) wants me to do well. I know he does because he’s there with me the whole time being my guiding star. That’s why he’s my hero you see.

Anyway he’s going to get me through this yoga session I’m sure. I’m just hoping I make it to the end without  wanting to hit anyone after getting wound up by any overly cheery people. It’s ok, I’ll just blame it on the grieving process. Grief can be good for some stuff it turns out..

So my back’s been killing me, which is why I’m doing the yoga, but this morning when I came downstairs my knee was giving me aggro too. I thought ‘bloody hell I’ve not even started yet.’ Luckily  I’ve got this really good mate Steve who has promised to smash me to pieces while I start to get into shape this month so that’s something to look forward to.

Ever since Thiago died my wife Angelica and I have been surrounded by family. I think we’re both getting to the point now where we’re ready for our own space again. As I said to my mum this morning, it’s been lovely having this strong support network around me but having all this family so close makes me realise how much I enjoy my own company! I think I may have expressed that view a little more bluntly earlier. It’s fair to say I can be blunt.


Right that’s it, time for me to bob upstairs to find some sympathetic clothes to wear in case of bodily malfunction at the yoga. Wish me luck folks!

Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 2, 2022 at 11:29 AM

    We additionally offer a few of the the} industry’s most progressive bonuses that 바카라 사이트 assist us rise above the competition and ship a truly unique reward proposition. Another fan favourite, Mega Fortune additionally often dishes out multi-million euro scores to fortunate gamblers. Oozing luxury and extravagance, NetEnt’s 2009 release gives players a taste of the good life, laden with emblems synonymous with wealth and indulgence. The slot isn't any stranger to the Guinness Book of World Records itself, quickly as} holding the title of largest progressive jackpot win for quick time|a brief while} before Mega Moolah stole the show. If you like your slots rather less hair-raising, you’re equally catered for at Wildz. As an added draw, this particular sport provides not one but 5 jackpot prizes - perfect for these on the hunt for that elusive BIG win.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

April fool - In the name of Thiago - Day 88

Image
Without wishing to look like a fool on this of all days but I was struggling to think what to be writing about today for the first time in 88 days. Since I started this gig a week before I returned to work in January after a long period of absence in 2019, it seems that there have always been reassuring flurries of activity. All this time the writing has come quite naturally but long periods of being marooned in your home – admittedly while still working – don’t tend to provide an outlet for great material. But I do have an out. For today, as well as being an opportunity for pranksters to hone their craft, is also the birthday of two of my very good friends Saffron and Olly. As I write this, Elisa is upstairs on a call to Saffron’s eldest daughter Primrose. I’ve known Saffron since we were students on an English as a foreign language course back in 2003/4. We have a mutual love of radio, Saffron was a news journalist for a number of years for the likes of Sky and com
Read more

I have no words (Stone to Royal Stoke University Hospital) - In the name of Thiago - Day 286

Image
  I'm going to level with you here straight up. I truly have nothing left in the tank to offer you tonight. I have been completely blown away by everything that's happened. I cannot even offer you the now well established line of sarcasm. I barely have the energy to fucking swear. The well has run dry. And this is why. I walked up towards the children's hospital entrance at the Royal Stoke today and I was greeted by this sight. People lining the streets to greet me. But they weren't just lining the streets, they were applauding. Loudly. I will probably never experience anything like this again but you know what, I'll have this memory for the rest of my life. I was completely overwhelmed. As many of you will know, it is not a common thing for me to be lost for words - it's not a terribly helpful trait for a broadcaster - but today I was truly gobsmacked. These people in their scrubs are the real heroes: the heroes of our NHS - probably the greatest organisation t
Read more

Thank you and good night - In the name of Thiago - Day 330

Image
  For the 330th and final time - at least in its daily format - I will collate my thoughts and feelings of being a grieving father.  When I think back to early January,  I really had no idea how this was going to pan out. But today, nigh on a year's worth of blogs later, I'm allowing myself a smile. On the 8th January when I decided that if I was going to do this blogging thing seriously that I had to commit to doing it daily, I knew that it would be tough but then I also knew that walking 350 miles (which I thought would 'only' be 280 miles at the time doh!) would be a very tough challenge too.  The two challenges have run parallel to each other all year and it is with a heavy heart that I say that the time has come to call it a day for the time being. But it's the little man in the picture there that we all have to thank for the existence of this blog, the fundraising I've done, the rediscovery of my joy of writing. All that walking for quite a fat lad like me
Read more